You want to explain this?
Um...
Yes, I would like to very much.
But we are so late, Gus.
And these coffee cups are not gonna put themselves away.
You take a trip with the intention of proposing
and don't tell me, your oldest and blackest friend?
I called you eight times on that trip.
I'm not letting you off on a technicality, Shawn.
Look...
It's my emergency ring.
That is the dumbest thing I ever heard.
What, are you kidding me?
What if the perfect proposal moment presents itself?
I gotta be ready.
I mean, what if our faces
suddenly pop up on the Jumbotron
or I get selected from the audience
to feed Shamu at Sea World?
I gotta be ready for that.
You're actually ready to be married?
No. Well, someday maybe.
Not anytime soon.
Look, that is—it's my grandmother's ring, okay?
I can barely look at it.
Now can we please go?
We were supposed to be at the museum an hour ago.
That shipment's gonna get there before we do.
Fine.
Thank you.
I'm putting this thing away.
Just know if I ever do pop the question,
I want you on one side, Jules on the other
just as a killer whale leaps over our heads
to grab a mackerel.
That's storybook right there.
Shawn, this is so embarrassing.
I wouldn't be stuck if it wasn't for your stupid watch.
What the hell is going on here?
Nothing! Small, little problem.
Don't be concerned.
a Van Gogh,
and an irreplaceable collection
of historical artifacts in this shipment.
Why would there be a Hershey bar in the same container?
I know international shipping is quite expensive these days.
In his defense, he thought it was
that cool, European candy that tastes like salt.
Ahh!
Oh.
Ooh.
What are you doing here anyway?
We're always here whenever a valuable shipment comes in.
- To sense trouble. - And collect a check.
But mostly sense trouble.
See, I am a psychic,
and we are very valuable to this museum complex.
We discovered the dinosaur
over at the Natural History Museum.
Do you know who I am?
I know you're not the dude that discovered
a Tyrannosaurus Rex at the Natural History Museum.
That's us.
I am Christopher Holm.
Chris Holm? Chrissy Holm?
No? You have any nicknames?
I'm the curator of this museum.
And I did not sign off on you or you.
Well, you need to check your facts, Jack,
because we are museum heroes.
So you're kind of stuck with us.
Well, as of now,
you are reassigned.
Really? We're guarding a wall?
It's probably a pretty important wall.
Man, this never would have happened
if you had reached for that candy.
How is that any different?
'Cause my arms are way bigger than yours.
Please.
You know what, leave me alone.
Hey, look at that.
Get away from me.
I should probably help her.
Help her do what, run away?
I'll remind you, I've had 11 kung fu lessons.
You took four, missed six,
and slept through the last one.
I was meditating!
You know what, I don't need this.
Hey!
You get your damn hands off her!
Really, you're gonna threaten them
by quoting Back to the Future?
Hey!
Wah!
You okay?
Oh, my God, thank you so much.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. I have a girlfriend.
What?
I know what I just did was incredibly cool,
but I need to get that out of the way
because I'm sensing that you were having romantic feelings.
No, actually I'm just concerned about my wallet.
Right, right.
Your wallet and then the passion,
the burning passion.
Just negate those feelings, because I'm off the market.
That was pretty amazing.
I mean, who does that anymore, right?
I mean, they coulda killed me,
and you just took your life in your hands.
I know, I know, it's almost as if I attended
all of my martial arts classes.
And then some.
Yeah, and you would never suspect
that one day I might have fallen asleep
and the instructor used my knees
to balance the boards that they were chopping in half.
No, no.
I think what this woman is trying to say here, Gus,
is that you can suck it.
- No, I'm not saying that. - I'm paraphrasing.
Do you even know what "paraphrase" means?
It means, "Suck it please, Gus."
- Uh-oh. - Oh, my God.
Um...
Uh, excuse us while our lives end.
Thank you.
I guess that was a pretty important wall.
I want him jailed.
Mr. Holm, as much as that idea pleases me,
you can't actually put someone in jail for being stupid.
Or for being a good Samaritan.
Oh, this is preposterous. A psychic indeed!
You are not what you claim to be.
And I hold you responsible.
I hold you all responsible!
You can no more do that then I can suppress my heroic instincts
or Gus can control his bladder during intercourse.
What?
- That's disgusting. - It's not true.
It's conjecture.
Look, guys, we still have a chance here.
It's only been a short time, assumingly.
And I can tell you exactly where that crate is,
right down to the geographical coordinates.
This is fruitless, Shawn.
You made a guarantee based on me being able to do
a reverse GPS search on an $80 hiking watch.
It needs to have the distress signal on to work.
I agree.
We need a professional at this sort of thing.
Exactly, which is why we need to forget
this psychic thing for once
and give the information to the cops.
Believe me, I would, but the cops don't even have
the kind of firepower we need.
Dude, if you suggest Batman one more time,
I will pull out your eardrums.
I'm talking about a pro, Gus.
A pro's pro.
I've already called him
and downloaded him on the situation.
Really? And who might that be?
Somebody call for an art thief?
Hello, Barton.
Can you just give us an approximate value
of the collection?
Are you serious?
Could you put a value on your own father?
387,000.
We just need to know what we're up against.
Let me show you what we were going to exhibit
in the foyer.
These are just some of the pieces of art
from the few artifacts of Harrison Yerden.
One of the richest men in the world by the age of 32.
He spent the rest of his life trying to spend his money.
He collected art with the passion
of a Renaissance prince.
He financed expeditions
to the most remote corners of the earth
in search of the rarest artifacts.
The terms of his will stipulate
that on the 50th anniversary of his death,
which was last Thursday,
his entire collection should be removed from the Louvre
and brought to the Santa Barbara Museum of Art.
Where it stayed for exactly one hour
until your boyfriend lost it.
We're very sorry for your loss.
You can't do this. You're on trial.
I'm out on bail.
In fact, you're on trial right now
for doing this same exact thing.
Oh, my gosh, you did this.
Oh, please, Braxton, I'm here to help.
My trial ends in a few days,
and my acquittal has been evident since day two.
Frankly, I was shocked they haven't called
the whole thing off yet.
And besides, I owe you
for breaking me out of prison.
We didn't know we were doing that.
We were patsies. Shawn.
And I've always had a fondness for Shawn.
Why don't you show me the program
you're using to locate this GPS signal?
Ooh, his is much bigger.
This is going to take me a few hours.
That's perfect, 'cause I'm gonna need some time too
if we're going after this treasure.
You look ridiculous.
You're just jealous
'cause there's no black dudes in Raiders.
Wrong, Katanga. He drove theBantu Wind.
- That was beneath you. - You're right.
Where did you get that thing?
Don't ask.
Shawn, whenever we deal with Despereaux,
it always ends badly.
Your glass is always half-empty.
Whoo, serious players we have here.
Now, how do you suppose we get up onto that roof?
Really?
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Despereaux, you are a genius.
I know. It's hard being me sometimes.
Excuse me, it's my watch.
Why do you need a watch with a distress signal?
- For hiking, Shawn. - You don't hike.
- I plan to hike. - Players don't hike.
Man, you don't know what players do.
What do they do?
Players hike deep into the woods,
they get lost, they develop hypothermia,
and that's why they need GPS.
Wait a second, they're leaving all the paintings?
Why are they abandoning the expensive stuff?
We need a closer look.
- Are you crazy? - Shh, shh.
Okay, I'm confused. What was that thing?
It was a Civil War era dagger.
Only about 500 of them were made.
Really? What's it worth?
Oh, about $9,000 maybe.
Do they know that?
Yes, they do.
Wait a minute, that's the woman we rescued
behind the museum.
Good Samaritan, my ass.
- We got played, Shawn. - No, you got played.
I had my suspicions all along.
That's Jacqueline Medeiros...
As high-end thief as they come.
And she's strictly business.
Question is: Why is she doing this?
A woman like that doesn't mess with a Van Gogh.
Unless...
Unless she's going after the core collection.
Of course.
What is the core collection?
Nobody knows. It's a legend really.
Story goes that Yerden kept his most secret
and valuable items hidden in a core collection.
Went to the grave before he managed to tell anybody
what or where it was.
A dagger was said to protect the collection.
I think you mean dragon.
No, I mean dagger.
Okay, let's take this information back to the police
so we can be heroes again.
Hold that thought one moment.
Where's he going?
Shawn was so desperate at the museum today.
I've never seen him so down.
Yeah, he was really affected.
Hey, tell me again what it looked like
when that curator was berating him.
Do you think he was holding back tears?
Because that's how I remember it.
- Carlton. - Come on, O'Hara,
allow me this one thing. I don't ask for much.
I just don't want this to ruin him.
Do you seriously think that's a possibility?
Because that would be awesome.
I know Shawn, and he is not well equipped
to deal with failure.
I haven't heard from him all day.
He's probably sulking on the couch.
Oh, come on, O'Hara, don't beat yourself up.
I'm sure he's out screwing something else up.
No. No, Shawn.
You will not return messages right now.
- Can I at least send a text? - No!
Look, man, I've gotten a lot of messages
since we started this thing, Gus.
You're just jealous 'cause you haven't gotten any calls.
Please, I have my work phone.
The mailbox on my player phone is full.
If I had my player phone,
my celly would be blowing up right now.
You don't have a player phone.
I have a—
I have three player phones,
one for each part-time shorty.
Part—what are you talking about?
Man, you don't know.
- No. - Yes.
We are leaving. We are leaving right now.
We just got here. Shh.
- He's not answering. - He's not?
You know what, I'll just give him some downtime.
Yeah, that's probably a good idea.
- Got it. - Got it?
No, no got it.
Put back. Put back now.
How did you even do—
- Guys. - Hmm?
- We should probably go. - Go!
We're trapped.
Uh...
No, we're not.
It's too far to jump.
I've got this.
What?
What are you doing, Shawn? What?
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
Hang on, Gus.
Ohh!
Let go.
No, you let go.
Shawn, let go.
What the hell was that?
One at a time. Now toss me the whip.
I think I dropped it!
All right, just meet me at the speedboat at the dock, okay?
Okay, one question: Which boat?
The boat I showed you on the way in.
Weren't you paying attention?
Yeah.
Well, we got a little excited, but yeah.
Yeah.
That's it. That's gotta be it.
- No, it's a speedboat. - It's completely speedy.
Since when do you know anything about boats?
Fine. Untie the rope!
Ugh. Got it!
What's taking you so long?
It's a tiny rope, Shawn.
Do I look like I have children's hands?
- Where's the button? - Turn the key!
Ah.
Okay, go, go, go.
We got the wrong boat.
Starboard, starboard.
- Which way's starboard? - To the right, Shawn.
What are you doing?
Well, why don't you just say right?
- We're seamen right now. - We're what?
Seamen. We're seamen.
Stop saying that. Anyone could be walking by.
Well, we are, we're seamen!
Turn it.
We're going right back to where we started, Shawn.
Well, you're putting a lot of pressure on me right now.
I know what to do. I got it.
I know what to do.
I got it. I got it.
This way, this way.
Starboard, starboard, that way.
It does the opposite of what I'm telling it to do.
Ooh, labradoodle.
What the hell are you doing?
Engine trouble?
Uh-oh.
We were home when we got the call.
We almost got lost finding this place.
What happened?
I'm so sorry, Shawn. We got an I.D.
It's Despereaux.
But the good news is the crate
is exactly where you said it would be
in the factory along with all of the other paintings.
The museum's going to be ecstatic.
Strong rally, Spencer.
Just a few hours, and the guilty party
is already blown to smithereens.
Despereaux didn't do this.
Of course he didn't. Why would I think he did?
I mean, we found him, well, parts of him
300 yards from the stolen goods.
I mean, it's circumstantial at best.
Lassiter, please, pretend you're a person.
Right.
Spencer, I am sorry for your loss.
But Despereaux was criminal trash,
so essentially that means I win.
Despereaux didn't do it, Jules.
You're looking for a dark-haired woman
named Jacqueline.
Wow, that's so specific.
I'll look into it.
Mr. Despereaux's belongings
will therefore be distributed in the following manner.
I'm sorry, you're here for a will reading?
Shouldn't this be at your office
or in a room full of family and friends?
Sadly, Mr. Despereaux did not have the benefit
of close family and friends.
Mr. Spencer, if I may speak candidly,
you were really his only friend.
He left you the bulk of his possessions.
No, no, no, thank you.
Those are instruments of crime
and probably all stolen.
- I'll take this though. - You can't have it.
There's the matter of Mr. Despereaux's cash accounts,
all of which were willed to Psych.
He was an amazing man.
I keep this then.
That's packing material.
You have your value system, and I have mine.
Most importantly, there's the matter
of the eulogy.
This would seem to indicate to me
that you, Mr. Spencer,
are the one most suited for it.
Of course, of course.
Now when do we get our money?
Well, most of Mr. Despereaux's accounts
were frozen when the trial began.
Can't do it, Gus.
You can get your money any way you want it, Shawn.
Except for nickels. I will not allow that again.
I can't do the eulogy.
Do not insult the man. Of course you can.
Of course he can.
Okay, well, I will be there, front row.
I will start the wave if need be.
Well, that figures.
This may be something that you can
just dance in the face of, Gus,
but not me. Not me!
I will not stand up there
and talk about the tragedy of Pierre's life.
Tragedy?
He was about to be acquitted, you fool.
For the first time in his life,
he wasn't gonna be on the run.
Pardon me, but Mr. Despereaux
was not about to be acquitted.
You shut your drunk mouth.
He told me as much.
We were losing that trial.
I was trying to make a plea,
but the state was reluctant because we had no grounds.
What?
No, I'm—
Uh, will he be mic'd?
Wait, I need Despereaux's remains.
I can't sell them to you, Shawn.
I'm kind of on probation for that sort of thing.
I don't want to own them.
Good, because as a hobby, it is very expensive.
I just need to see 'em.
Okay.
But it's not as fun as it seems.
Pierre Despereaux.
- What, that's it? - That's enough.
Cause of death, diabetes.
I kid. He exploded.
We have teeth, part of a foot,
his wallet, and oddly enough
a handful of Gus' things.
I don't know that it's funny.
Okay, maybe it is.
Woody, Woody, you don't understand.
This isn't Despereaux.
- What? - He's still alive.
I'm pretty sure that's impossible.
His trial was going poorly.
His money was frozen,
and then we offered to lead him
to a crate of stolen art.
So he faked his death.
He's still alive.
And we don't have to be sad.
Shawn, I have some bad news.
I'm afraid the dental records match.
- No. - Yes.
We have a partial print, Shawn.
We have everything but the DNA,
and that will be in shortly.
It's him.
Trust me on this one, Woody.
There is always a way.
What are you doing?
Adding another joke.
To the eulogy?
People don't like dealing with death.
Okay, Gus? They want jokes.
They want Jeff Goldblum impressions.
What is wrong with you?
Just yesterday I couldn't say the world "died"
without you shivering.
Okay, first of all, don't ever say that.
Secondly, I'll let you in on a little secret.
Despereaux is alive.
- That is impossible. - It's perfect.
I watched him blow up.
I don't know how he did it, Gus.
If we learned anything from F/X and F/X 2,
it's that anything can be faked...
And Bryan Brown cannot carry a movie.
Shawn, I don't think you're staying in reality.
Trust me, Gus.
Why do you think he wanted me to give the eulogy?
- Because he's coming. - He's not gonna be here.
He most certainly is. You wanna know why?
Because that's what I would do.
Ha.
I am giving this speech to him.
Don't you think your take on this is a little easy?
Easy?
Yes, but life is easy, Gus.
If you really want it to be.
Despereaux is here.
He's in our hearts.
Maybe in these plants.
And maybe behind that tree over there.
Wherever he is, I just want him to know
that we can all feel his presence,
listening to everything we're saying.
Ah, it's like my dad here always says,
please, help me with my pants,
for I can no longer control my bowels.
I don't say that.
- Come on up here. - I don't wanna.
Come on, bring me my envelope.
It's gonna clear up all kinds of mysteries.
My dad.
He's almost always wrong.
This can't— this can't be right.
He's dead.
He's—
Uh...
I've never—I've never lost anyone close to me before
in my entire life.
Um...
Jesus, how stupid sad is this?
People die.
It's awful.
And unfair.
And—and, oh, my God, Gus is gonna die.
I'm not gonna die, Shawn.
You are. Soon.
Definitely before me if statistics prove correct.
Which is so wrong, because I'm practically asking for it.
People are gonna miss me so much.
My dad said this would happen.
I guess I was wrong, and I should say that now
because God knows your minutes are severely limited.
Sorry to hear about your friend.
You must have been shocked.
Yeah, yeah, and so unnecessary.
Oh, victim of foul play.
Gee, I wonder who could have done it.
I don't know.
But I bet she kinda liked the look on his face
as he blew up.
No one crosses me.
I believe you have something of mine.
Did I borrow your socks?
We scoured the bottom of the lake and the wreckage,
and it was nowhere to be found,
which means it can only be in one place.
David Lee Roth's beach house.
Give me the dagger.
- I don't have it. - Really?
It looks a little something like this.
Do you need a closer look?
What is this, you show me yours, I show you mine?
Maybe.
Hey, Shawn, you back here?
Oh, Shawn, there you are.
Talk to you later.
What's going on?
Oh, crap.
Seriously, Spencer, worst eulogy ever.
- Who was that? - Jacqueline Medeiros.
The woman who broke into the museum?
- Yes. - And she lies.
- Arrest her. - You have proof of this?
I gotta go.
What the hell happened?
And why does she think we have the dagger?
Oh, I don't know.
Maybe...
Because of this.
You had that in your pants?
I swiped it off Despereaux at the bucket
before we split off. You know what that means.
You're not going after the core collection, are you?
No. We are.
We're gonna make sure Despereaux didn't die in vain.
Oh, no, we're not. Give me that.
I'm taking it to the police.
No way. No way.
That dastardly woman killed the coolest man on earth
over this treasure, and I will not let her
get there first, Gus.
There is nothing in the world
that would make me give this back.
I will slug you in the face cartilage, Shawn.
Here we go. Back to this.
All right, you know what, do it.
I'm begging you.
I am begging you to give me your best shot.
- Really? - Yeah.
Ow!
That hurts like the dickens.
Well.
I will strike you back.
I dare you. I double dog dare you.
I triple dog dare you. Ah!
You went from low to high.
You were ready for that.
That's your problem, Gus.
You brought a funeral program to a knife fight.
Come on. Come on, baby girl.
You want to bumble with the bee, huh?
Bzzz.
What's this? What is that?
Ah!
Camel clutch. Take that.
Ask him, ref. Ask him.
Don't even try it.
Ah, what is happening?
I don't know! Ahh!
You bit me. What is wrong with you?
We are going on a treasure hunt!
Oh, no, we're not.
Dude, you broke it.
You broke it... 'Cause you wouldn't let it go.
Wait a minute.
This broke off way too cleanly.
Almost like it was supposed to.
It didn't break. That piece is a cap.
And this isn't a dagger.
It's a key.
What can you tell us about the core collection?
- It doesn't exist. - What if it did?
But it doesn't.
Have you ever seen a key like this?
Yes. Where did you get this?
- Uh, I drew that. - Really?
Yes, it's a pressure point key.
It doesn't twist.
It disengages the lock by insertion.
Now that's a sexy idea for a key.
It's designed for a lock that you cannot see
deep inside something else.
Like in a cake.
No.
More like a secret wall inside an old safe.
Do you have more of these pictures?
Uh, I'm not clothed in many of these.
The key, by the way,
would be attached to some sort of post.
Or a dagger? Hypothetically.
Hypothetically, yes.
So would you say these locks were made
around, um...
- Get there. - The Civil War?
Oh, no, no, no, no.
No, I would say that was 1920s.
Have you ever seen a lock like that before?
As a matter of fact, I have, yes.
At Mr. Yerden's estate.
That was built in the 1920s.
Have you ever taken the tour?
No, we have not, but we will now.
Good. Enjoy.
Don't hurry back.
There is a lock buried in a wall somewhere around here
with an opening that matches this dagger perfectly.
Will you put that away?
Oh, stop worrying.
Gonna blend. Nobody's gonna—ah!
Ah—notice us.
No food.
I don't have any food.
I smell it.
Cheetos.
All right, I'll lose the Cheetos.
I've already disposed of them.
Mr. Yerden spent the bulk of his life
acquiring the rare works of art and priceless artifacts
that you see— but do not touch—here.
Mr. Yerden also dabbled in painting himself,
but we were never fortunate enough to see his works
as he kept them to himself.
Do you need flash cards? Let's go.
Damn it.
The granite in each handle on the estate
comes from a quarry on the same site
as one of Mr. Yerden's greatest discoveries.
Even his crypt, right here on the grounds,
is made of the material.
Uh, uh.
Oh, what are, uh...
Pillows?
You know, I have a question as well.
What is wrong with you?
I mean, what I meant to say was:
What made Mr. Yerden choose these particular pillows?
Really?
Can we get outta here? I'm exhausted.
You stabbed everything in this man's house.
I don't get it, Gus.
Maybe the key fits somewhere else.
Maybe the key fits nothing.
Maybe it was all an invention.
If I've learned nothing from this tour,
it's that Yerden was an egomaniac.
I'll bet he's laughing in his granite-coated crypt right now.
What?
Gus.
This is it.
What, the switch to the water fountain?
No, no, no, I heard something.
The ground rumbled. This is it.
You don't know what you heard, Shawn.
Stop it.
Hey.
Banned for life.
Did they really have to fingerprint us for that?
Cheetos.
I know what that key opened.
Wow.
That sly old bastard.
Dude, there's a centipede on your shirt.
Gus.
This is it.
We just gotta figure out how to open it.
This is a trap, Shawn.
You push the wrong thing,
and a giant rock comes spinning through here
or spikes come out of the ceiling,
and the next thing I know,
I'm the skeleton locked in a perpetual scream
that's meant to scare some dude 100 years later
for the joke.
My skeleton is not gonna be a punch line, Shawn.
I've worked with professionals,
mercenaries, compromised double agents,
and yet no one's behavior
has been as utterly confusing as yours.
Thank you.
It's not a compliment.
Well, that depends on your definition of "confusing,"
doesn't it?
I've spent my entire life searching for the impossible,
and yet somehow you've been one step ahead of me
at all times.
Jackie, I told you, I'm spoken for.
Ha.
Though I do have a skill set
that reaches well beyond the normal.
Great.
Then you can open that.
Mmm...
See, there's six and, uh...
Don't do it, Shawn.
I don't think he has much of a choice.
She just got so serious.
Levers.
Why did it have to be levers?
Open it.
"Look behind you."
Don't you just hate people who kill you?
I mean, really,
the amount of satisfaction this woman got
from what legitimately amounts to murder
is mind-boggling.
Oh, sure, we were stealing the key
to priceless artifacts from her,
but you don't have to enjoy it is all I'm saying.
I am so happy that you are alive.
- Oh, thank you. - Wait a minute.
You son of a bitch. How could you do that to me?
Oh, never mind, you're so frickin' awesome.
How are you alive?
I had a perfectly good medical school body on ice.
And I'd already come up with an exit plan
when you'd called with a much better idea.
Hello. Hello, Shawn.
Well, nothing too important.
I'm actually in the middle of cutting my hair.
I located your watch signal instantly.
I just needed more time to set things up.
This will take a few hours.
I changed a planned fishing accident
into a boat escape.
I just needed to lose you along the way.
So this whole thing was a setup
from the moment we reached the factory?
Mm-hmm.
Ooh, how did you get the DNA to match?
Now that was the problem.
I needed irrefutable proof that I was dead.
And it would be impossible to leave a large enough sample
without losing a hand or a body part.
And I'd seen 127 Hours,
and, well, ugh.
So I simply did the next best thing.
I changed my DNA in the database
to John Doe number 12.
Of course it was gonna match. It's him.
- You can hack too. - I have a guy.
- Can you introduce him to us? - Of course.
- Guys. - But then again,
I didn't expect you to swipe the dagger from me
in the factory. That was a class lift.
I've nothing left to teach you.
Where is it?
Let's open it together.
Oh.
It's a genie.
It's not a genie.
Gus, don't be ridiculous. Genies come in lamps.
You do it.
His ashes?
All this way for that?
That can't be. It's his legacy.
Even his crypt right here on the grounds
is made of the same material.
Is ashes are in the urn,
what's in the crypt?
You're doing a bang-up job
desecrating this guy's final resting place.
Gus, his ashes were in the urn.
They were a clue.
In the end, he wanted us to do this.
No.
It's gotta be Rembrandt's unfinished portrait
of Alexander the Great.
It was rumored Yerden had it for years.
Or perhaps it's a Thomas Kincaid.
Shawn, you really need to learn another painter.
Yeah, like that's ever gonna be necessary.
It's breathtaking.
It's crappy.
You're crappy.
Don't know what you want.
He's going for fruit. It looks like fruit.
This doesn't make sense.
I mean, he created this hunt,
left all these clues, leaked the rumor of this collection,
and all for—for this?
Mr. Yerden also dabbled in painting himself.
But we were never fortunate enough to see his works
since he kept them to himself.
They're his.
What?
Oh.
Harrison Yerden painted those himself.
These are his most cherished possessions.
Uh, I beg to differ.
Think about it, fellas.
This man traveled to the ends of the earth,
risking everything to find beautiful things
made by others.
But the one unattainable goal
that he would never achieve
was to be the object of one of those searches.
To have someone go on a quest like ours
for his works.
To be the prize at the end of a journey.
- Perfect. - He's narcissistic.
In the biggest way.
I like the one with the cat.
- Still crappy. - Gus is crappy.
- Your mama's crappy. - You're just plain crapola.
Suck it, Shawn.
You know what, let's get out of here
before we all get arrested.
I'm never gonna see you again, am I?
If you'd like to plan a vacation
to some friendly, non-extraditing country,
I'd be happy to set up a weekend for you.
It hurts. It's real.
I get that now.
We're not gonna get that 1.6 million, are we?
When the courts release it,
it will go into your account for about nine minutes,
and then it will mysteriously disappear.
Don't try to stop it.
- We won't accept it. - Oh, yes, we will.
What about the taxes?
You don't have to pay taxes on money you don't have.
Where do you get your information from, Shawn?
- Gus, don't be Lao Che. - Who?
- The dude from Temple of Doom. - What?
Remember, they got on his plane in Shanghai
and flew all the way to India before the pilots jumped out
when clearly they could have just not taken off
in the first place.
What does that have to do with anything?
What?
Well, I'll be.
Hey, team.
I just wanted to apologize
for the scene that I caused at the funeral.
I know I've probably seemed a little crazy
these last few days.
Come on, Spencer, don't beat yourself up.
I mean, thanks to you another criminal is dead.
In my book, you can hold your head up high around here.
You even found the five paintings
of the core collection in Yerden's crypt.
This is true. Wait, what?
The wild goose chase that rich nutbag sent us on.
We found all five paintings.
- There were six paintings. - Six?
Are you telling me someone stole one of those heaps?
No.
That wouldn't make any sense.
Hello, Rembrandt.